The guy who had started getting beaten up saw this and instantly became furious. He shouted to the people behind him, "Brothers, charge with me!"
The crowd surged forward, with a few forming a '品' shape as they chased after Li Dapang. Li Dapang was not afraid at all, he countered as he ran.
Li Dapang was, after all, just one man, and two fists are no match for four legs, reality is reality. It wasn't like the fantastic feats shown on television.
Bang...
A cunning henchman took a detour and sneak-attacked Li Dapang from behind, striking him with an iron stick in his hand. With one blow, Li Dapang was left dizzy, seeing stars.
"Big Fatty." Liu Xiaolei cried out in alarm.
"I'm fine." Li Dapang quickly steadied himself on a nearby table, a red and swollen bump rising on the back of his head. The pain made Li Dapang howl.
Liu Xiaolei hurriedly walked over, supporting Li Dapang with both hands, and asked with concern, "Big Fatty, are you really okay? You seem a bit off to me."